Answer:
I drive men mad for love of me. Easily beaten, never free.
Ten men's strength, ten men's length. Ten men can't break it, yet a young boy walks off with it.
You must keep this thing. Its loss will affect your brothers. For once yours is lost, it will soon be lost by others.
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me finally. Only when he last closes his eyes.
What is it that you must give before you can keep it.
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it, can't see it. What is it?